He said a great deal.
The eyes of those around him widened further and further as they stared at Han Yu in disbelief, as if saying: Old pedant... how could you so calmly spout such words? Dao veins stretching on like mountains, the origin of the Great Dao, heavenly treasures without end...
If such a place existed, then what were they?!
Immortal cultivators?!
...Primitive men, perhaps!
Han Yu gave a light cough. "Whether you believe it or not, the ancient texts my ancestors passed down with their lives said as much. If we trace it back, it should date to before the era of the Seven Ancient Civilizations."
Sheesh...
Scruffy Bird was convinced—utterly convinced. It no longer wanted to waste its breath arguing with this old pedant.
Before the era of the Seven Ancient Civilizations... there was simply no way to trace that far back. His boasting had gone too far.
Up ahead.
The Human Race man, Xiang Tian, also showed a flicker of unease. Han Yu was his closest friend. Together, they had quelled the chaos of three Immortal Nightmare Forbidden Zones; theirs was a friendship forged in life-and-death trials. Xiang Tian trusted Han Yu completely and had never doubted him.
But this time, Han Yu had mysteriously insisted that they had to cross the starry river to reach this place before he could reveal those words that "violated the ancestral precepts." Xiang Tian had believed him.
Yet he had never expected something so exaggerated that it defied belief...
"Han Yu, we've arrived," Xiang Tian said in a deep voice. "Even if your words were exaggerated, I won't blame you."
He desperately needed to grow stronger. They had traveled north and south and encountered every sort of affair. Even if this journey came to nothing, it would not matter.